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Mrs. Hooch was heartbroken when the school lost a broom in good condition before classes even started.

But she couldn't blame Tom. It was an instinctive reaction and there was nothing she could do about it. She could only ask him to quickly get another one and be more careful next time, and then put it back in place.

When Tom returned, she began to demonstrate how to ride a broom without slipping, and criticized several of the young wizards on their grip and sitting posture.

The young wizards whose names were called blushed - many of them had boasted about their flying skills before, and now all their secrets were exposed. When Malfoy was being scolded, Harry and Ronald were laughing the whole time, and Malfoy looked at the two of them as if he wanted to eat them alive.

After correcting everyone's posture, we finally arrived at the exciting practical session.

So far, Mrs. Hooch is quite satisfied. The students are learning quickly and not causing any trouble.

But the next second, Mrs. Hooch knew that she was too happy too early.

Before she blew the whistle, Neville was so nervous that he pushed hard on his broom and flew into the sky.

"Come back, kid!"

Madam Hooch shouted, but Neville could hear nothing and kept rising higher and higher until he finally fell off his broom and slammed into the grass, curling up into a ball.

Madam Hooch ran over and looked at Neville, looking as pale as he was.

After instructing everyone not to move, she took the limping one to the school infirmary.

Tom watched the whole process coldly. He felt that Mrs. Hooch was also a fool and not worthy of being a professor.

The whole process from Neville flying up to falling to the ground took at least thirty seconds, but apart from shouting, she did not take out her wand to control Neville or use the levitation spell to save him.

How is this different from a Muggle?

"That's scary." Daphne's face turned pale and she held onto Tom's arm tightly. "Will Longbottom be okay?"

Tom shook his head. "It's nothing serious. If you fall from 20 feet, as long as you don't hit your head on the ground, the most you can do is fracture your bones. Didn't you see that Longbottom walked to the school infirmary by himself?"

Twenty feet converted into meters is about six meters, which is the height of two floors, and it is not enough to kill someone.

A broken bone may take a hundred days to heal for a Muggle, but it is not considered a serious injury in the wizarding world.

Daphne's expression improved a little, and she threw the broom in her hand to the ground without hesitation.

Her broom didn't look much better than Neville's, and she didn't want to use anything so dangerous.

Suddenly, a quarrel broke out not far away.

Malfoy held the crystal ball that Neville dropped and mocked him wantonly. After a few words with Harry, the two flew into the sky and started chasing each other amid bursts of exclamations.

The Savior finally showed a unique talent - although he had never ridden a broomstick before, he now flew like a duck in water, as if it was his instinct, and he could perform all kinds of difficult moves with ease.

After dodging twice in a row, Malfoy became scared and threw the crystal ball away.

A foot from the ground, Harry caught the crystal ball and let it roll to the ground.

"Harry Potter!"

Professor McGonagall ran over angrily, his chest heaving violently, and took Harry, who was lowering his head, away.

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The first flying lesson ended in such a hasty manner.

When Mrs. Hooch came back, she learned from the students what had happened after she left, and she was so angry that she almost fainted.

She took away all the brooms and left the students to memorize only the boring knowledge, which made everyone listless.

Tom didn't feel anything. After class, he went straight to the auditorium to eat.

Hermione caught up, "Tom, do you think Harry will be expelled?"

"How is that possible? It's not a big deal." Tom thought about eating more chicken wings later.

"Isn't this a big deal?"

Hermione looked incredulous, "Harry broke school rules and flew up there without permission."

"Then didn't you see that Malfoy was in trouble?"

Sniffing the aroma of meat, Tom spoke much faster: "Don't think of Hogwarts as a strict place. At least you don't kill people. Even if you curse the Minister of Magic and the headmaster every day, Dumbledore will never expel you."

"As for what's a big deal? Losing is a big deal."

After saying that, Tom ran to the Slytherin table. Maybe he had been overusing his brain recently, or maybe it was due to his physical development. Not only did his appetite increase a lot, but he also got hungry very quickly. He felt a little hungry just after lunch before the flying class.

Daphne used her own knife and fork to help him cut the steak, and carefully poured the meat sauce on it. When Tom finished eating on his plate, she pushed her plate over.

Hermione was sitting at the Gryffindor table, pondering over what Tom had just said.

Harry came back and sat next to Ronald with a smile on his face. The two of them were talking in whispers, completely unaware that Hermione had heard everything they said.

"The professor didn't punish me, but let me join the Quidditch team and will start training next week."

"Are you kidding me?" Ronald put down the drumstick in his hand unconsciously, "Seeker? You're a first year."

"Keep your voice down, Ronald, this is still a secret."

Harry lowered his voice and said, "I thought I was dreaming, but McGonagall said I was the youngest Quidditch player in a century. He also took me to see Wood. At first I thought he was going to beat me with a piece of wood."

"That's great, that's great."

Ronald agreed somewhat absentmindedly, feeling happy that Harry was not punished, yet feeling a little sad.

"Potter, is this your last dinner at school? You should go back to the Muggle world after you finish eating."

Malfoy came over with his followers to taunt Harry. Originally, he wanted to see Harry's angry and unwilling look, but to Malfoy's disappointment, Harry's expression was very calm, even a little playful. He did not look at Malfoy, but at Goyle and Crabbe behind him.

"You don't have the courage to do this in heaven. Is it because you have these two little guys backing you up now?"

Malfoy's face turned pale, and Goyle and Crabbe clenched their fists, but because the professors were all in the guest of honor table, they dared only glare at Harry.

"You want to fight alone? If you wish, how about tonight?"